When Death Comes Knocking

When Death comes

knocking at your door

don’t falsetto shriek

there’s no one home

don’t hide in the closet

trembling like a beaten puppy

don’t put on your Superman cape

and assume you are bulletproof

don’t put on your Mother Teresa mask

and think you are too good to die

don’t pray to God or Satan

for more time on this planet

fling open the door instead

and kick Death in the groin

if he collapses into a pile of bones

get on with your life

but if he grabs you by the throat

and starts choking

kiss him on the forehead

and slip quietly into the night.

In preparation for the Big Day

use the laser of inner attention

to burn your false-self to a crisp

again and again and again

which will make physical death

a piece of angel food cake.